History is written not just by those in power but by those who dare to observe, question, and document events as they unfold. Writers, like Orwell, act as both record keepers and truth tellers — capturing moments that might otherwise be lost to manipulation and distortion. But what happens when the truth itself becomes a battleground? In an era where deception is refined into an art form, the role of the writer has never been more crucial.
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Is it possible for us — the human factor — this massively creative yet perpetually faltering, failing-forward, and easily controlled species, to finally halt the endless cycle of fantastic creation and brutal, violent destruction? Is it all beyond our grasp, or is there some aspect of this earthbound existence that we can truly and permanently change for the benefit of all — forever?
Yes, we forget… The “forgetting” I am referring to here is potentially far more insidious, interstitial, and reality-shaping. It concerns our journey back and forth between the physical form and how, inconveniently, we are wiped clean of all previous knowledge and understanding of this place and the nature of what earthbound life entails. It seems that we are born disadvantaged, though a certain pervasive religious distortion has twisted this notion into the belief that we are born “sinners.” It’s important to recognize just how prolific logocide is in our modern world — that words are routinely repurposed and redefined to foster confusion, infighting, scapegoating, narrative manipulation, and mind control of the masses.
You have but a limited time here in this one short life. Is it a trap or an opportunity? What do you really want from it? What are your truest aspirations? Are you willing to see through the fog and learn to accept things as they really are, or is it better to remain mixed up and subsumed in the fakery and delusion?
What if the sun is a local phenomenon? It sure behaves as if it is. How does that alter your perception of this realm? Does it make you cringe? Angry? Laugh out loud? Or does it affirm what you’ve suspected for a while now? It doesn’t matter to me. My purpose in this life is to shine a light on the lies, the shadows, and the darkness. In three words, it is quite literally to amplify the light. It is not to polarize, separate, and divide; it is to unify, intensify, and make vibrant and evident that which is real.